⊰ 火の玉 ⊱ “U-Um..are you sure about this?”

⊰ 火の玉 ⊱ “Ehe, um…d-do you reckon this h-heat wave is going to end soon?”

⊰ 火の玉 ⊱ “T-That was a nice nap I think.”

⊰ 火の玉 ⊱ “U-Um…sorry, was I in your w-way?”

⊰ 火の玉 ⊱ “EEP!” There’s a thunderstorm. As one could guess, Natsu is cowering because of it.

⊰ 火の玉 ⊱ Feeling something move on his shoulder, the male’s face became pail, as he was too terrified to move at all.

⊰ 火の玉 ⊱ “W-What was that noise?!”

⊰ 火の玉 ⊱ Upon hearing a door creak open, the Fireball’s timid nature came to light immediately as he jumped up, quickly turning to face the door, arms flailing upwards covering his face slighly. “D-Don’t hurt me p-p-please!”

⊰ 火の玉 ⊱ “I-I thought I called dibs.”

⊰ 火の玉 ⊱ A sigh filled with annoyance emitted from the Fireball’s cherub lips, as his gloved digits were callously laced around the leather steering wheel, grip tightened as his onyx hues gazed out the windscreen. “Y'know, if you don’t want to get run over, I suggest you move the fuck out of the way.”

⊰ 火の玉 ⊱ “W-Who are you?!”

⊰ 火の玉 ⊱ Hearing footsteps on the ground, Natsu instinctively curled into a ball on the ground, arms flailed over his head as he whimpered. “P-Please don’t hurt me..”

⊰ 火の玉 ⊱ “I-I thought it was S-Spring— why is it s-so cold?”

⊰ 火の玉 ⊱ He walked into a lamppost.

⊰ 火の玉 ⊱ “G-Get that spider out o-of here!”